Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
DJ Sneak,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Donny Hathaway,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronan,
Wally Richardson,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Nirvana,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Masters at Work,
Visage,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Harmonia,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.